卢埃拉?怀特坐在她旁边的一把大皮椅上，宽阔的脸庞毫无表情，但她的小眼睛注视着房间里发生的一切。杰克想知道在树林里是不是她向他开枪。在他看来，她只要稍有挑衅就会向几乎任何人开枪。
Louella White sat beside her in a big leather chair, her broad face impassive, but her small eyes watching everything that went on in the room. Jake wondered if she had been shooting at him there in the woods. She looked to him as though she would shoot at almost anybody, on very little provocation.
他从马龙的描述中认出了彭德利?泰德韦尔。那个高个子、脸色苍白的年轻人靠在墙上，一只手深深地插在大衣口袋里。杰克怀疑他的手正放在他的相机上。
He recognized Pendley Tidewell from Malone’s description. The tall, pale young man was leaning against the wall, one hand deep in his overcoat pocket. Jake suspected it was resting on his camera.
冯?弗拉纳根对这群人的到来感到既敬畏又生气。“那个麦克劳林到底在哪儿？”
Von Flanagan was just awed enough by the assemblage to be angry. “Where in the hell is that McLaurin?”
每个人都显得很茫然。
Everyone looked vague.
“他可能又出去喝得烂醉了。” 洛特斯?艾伦最后轻声说道。
“He’s probably out on a drunk,” Lotus Allen said at last, speaking delicately.
冯?弗拉纳根哼了一声。“我会让人把他抓来。我要谁来这儿，谁就得在这儿。” 他生气地环顾了一下房间。“好吧，我们都去看看这具尸体。我只想知道他是谁。”
Von Flanagan grunted. “I’ll have him picked up. When I want someone here, I want him.” He looked crossly around the room. “All right, we’ll all go have a look at this corpse. All I want is to know who he is.”
在停尸房，一行人在冯?弗拉纳根的陪同下一个接一个地进去，而马龙则坐在一张破旧的木桌上，抽着雪茄。莫娜?麦克莱恩第一个进去，过了好几分钟才出来，脸上没有任何表情。
At the morgue the members of the party went in one by one, acpanied by von Flanagan, while Malone sat on one of the battered wooden desks, smoking a cigar. Mona McClane went first, was gone several minutes, and returned without a trace of expression on her face.
“不，我不认识他。” 她回答马龙的目光说道。她把外套紧紧地裹在肩上。“我原以为这里会是个更加阴森的地方。其实也没那么糟。”
“No, I didn’t know him.” she said answering Malone’s look. She pulled her coat close around her shoulders. “I’d expected this to be a far more gloomy place. It really isn’t half bad.”
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